The cold temperatures of the Giants shine through the icy cryolite, making the magnificent Menister Palace even more chilly.

The average temperature of the entire palace hovers around minus 30 degrees Celsius, but today it is even colder, cold enough to freeze the souls of the people of the Empire, because the throne, which symbolizes tyranny and harshness, is finally no longer empty, and its owner, the Emperor, Gurbatov, is sitting on it.

Gurbatov was shirtless, and the cold wind hovering through the empty hall could not help his steely muscles.

The statue of the goddess holding Feophania imprisoned was set on the wall directly behind the throne, and Feophania could smell his brother if he lowered his head.

Although Feophania lost her eyes, the image of her brother Wei'an has long been deeply rooted in her heart, but even in Feofania's impression, Gurbatov is not a handsome person. On the contrary, Gurbatov's appearance is like a rough chiseled stone statue, revealing roughness and coldness everywhere, but it is such a rough appearance, combined with his majestic body, but it can burst out with an incomparably amazing momentum, which makes people involuntarily surrender and fear.

Feophania sniffed at her brother's scent and whispered to Gurbatov about what had happened during this time, especially everything about the King's System, as well as the Fifth Fleet, which had been wiped out by the High Marshal before.

The younger sister whispered in her brother's ear, and if she was someone else, this picture must be very warm.

Unfortunately, the picture presented at Meniste Palace was extremely cruel - Feofania's limbs were amputated and fixed in the statue, her eyes were gouged out, revealing only two deep hollows, and even her tongue was cut out, all by her brother's own hands.

Feophania, however, did not think so, and there was a rare smile on her face, for only when her brother sat in front of her could she feel the only warmth that existed in this cold world.

The statue of the goddess holding Feophania leans slightly forward, almost merging itself with the massive throne, and Feophania only needs to gently lower her small head to send a voice to the ears of her brother, Gurbatov, though only synthesized electronic sounds.

This was the moment Feophania enjoyed the most, she could talk to her brother up close, and even feel his temperature.

Of course, this is just the feeling of Feofania. In the eyes of others, this is simply an extremely terrifying picture, one is the executor of tyranny, the other is simply the embodiment of tyranny, this is the demon whispering, and the soft voice contains all death.

In fact, Feophania is indeed telling about death, whether it is the destruction of the Fifth Fleet or the shocking explosion of the King's System, what they represent behind them is the end of countless lives.

This end is not only in the distant wilderness, but also in the territory of Gurbatov, such as the end of the Truss family.

"Trus has been killed in battle, how can he be convicted?" Feophania asked. The Fifth Fleet led by Trus was completely destroyed, which was almost the largest loss on the battlefield of the empire in the past thousand years, even if Trus was dead, he still could not escape punishment, after all, his family still existed.

"Now that Truss is dead, there is no need for his family to exist. Gurbatov said lightly.

It's just a fluttering sentence from Gurbatov's mouth, but it is a complete disaster for the Truss family, and the famous family of the empire, with a total of more than 10,000 people, will be executed because of this sentence!

"As for Lobanov, that coward. Gurbatov didn't care about the life and death of Trus at all, and the Trus family, which numbered nearly 10,000 people, was also not worth mentioning, and his attention quickly shifted to his brother.

"The king's sandcastle will only hide, it's a coward's act!" Thinking of Lobanov, Gurbatov was extremely angry, even if man had perished with his star system, Gurbatov still couldn't stop the anger in his heart. This is not because of family affection, but because Lobanov was killed as his own brother, which is really a shame for the emperor!

Because of the emperor's anger, the temperature in Monister Palace seems to be lower.

"Though my brother is a coward and dying of old age, the bugs in the wilderness can't threaten him. Gurbatov said coldly, "Tell me, is there anything special about the man who sheltered the second sex?"

Feofania's heart trembled violently when she heard this, and Gurbatov's question reminded her of a scene that had once been extremely terrifying, the look in the man's eyes that almost made her lose all power, and the fear that could penetrate deep into her soul through her eyes had only appeared in her father and brother before.

However, Feophania recovered after only a moment's loss, and even Gurbatov did not notice anything unusual.

"He has the same thing in him as we do. Feophania said calmly, she strangely concealed the key to Gao Shuai's almost surrendering collapse.

"Something like us?" Gurbatov slammed to his feet, his tall frame so that his gaze was level with that of Feofania, and he grabbed Feophania's delicate chin with his right hand. Gurbatov's palm was so huge that it seemed that with a slight twist of his thick fingers, he could crush his entire jaw.

"I can feel that he also has the same mysterious modules as we do. Although Feophania had no eyes, he could clearly feel his brother's anger, especially the giant hand that was firmly gripping his chin.

Feophania's jaw ached, but she knew her brother's anger wasn't directed at her.

Three thousand years ago, my father gave him and my brother a mysterious module, and I heard my father say that this module comes from a lost civilization, which can make more efficient use of the power of the soul and improve the user's ability, especially the solidified formula, which is beyond the current peak of human technology.

The use of soul power requires the user's knowledge of the world in which they live, and the deeper the understanding, the more powerful the soul power can be. Just like if a person has mastered the art of running, then with the same physical fitness, he must run faster than someone who has not mastered it.

Feofania has been sensitive to sound since she was a child, and her main focus is also on this aspect, so the gift she eventually received was also a module on listening.

Similarly, Gurbatov also has a piece, but unlike Feofania, although Gurbatov has become stronger because of this, he hates this thing that leaves an indelible mark on his forehead, and in his opinion, the existence of this thing reminds himself, and even everyone, all the time: Gurbatov is not born with the qualifications to be a leader-level patron, he is just a waste, a wretched creature who can only rely on external forces!

Gurbatov even felt that this was not a gift from his father, but a deliberate humiliation of him, and this mark that seemed to be imprinted on his forehead was a symbol of shame!

"It turned out to be a waste like Lobanov, who needs to rely on external forces!" Gurbatov snorted coldly, let go of his right hand, and left the central hall without looking back.

Sure enough, it was the same as he thought, Feophania looked at his brother's distant back and thought to himself. In the eyes of the conceited elder brother, only the leader is worthy of being his opponent, otherwise even if that person destroys the Fifth Fleet and destroys the King's System, in the eyes of the elder brother, he is only one of the various enemies he has encountered in his long life of 10,000 years.

Maybe the elder brother will soon give the order to exterminate it, it may be the new Fifth Fleet, or it may be some of the more elite Third or Fourth Fleet, but it will not use the real combat power of the Empire, let alone take action himself.

"That's fine, I hope he doesn't let me down. Feopania's empty eyes looked in the direction of the wasteland, and said to himself.

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PS: Sure enough, I couldn't complete the double watch, and I was said by the voice of the mystery, woo woo woo ~~~ T_T

PS2: Chapter 400 Wake up with your feet and write it.